The sun winked as it peeked over the horizon’s edge, a dark sky faded to dark pink as light beams struck, shadows materialized out of darkness, casting over lawn, I woke to breezy tickles of coffee dancing on my nose, one eye propped open, a door creek spoke it’s ‘mornin,’ scents of sizzling bacon thundered throughout senses, blanket off, legs swing ’round, slip on slippers, hit the ground, my eyes wide open, the door is closed, it’s still dark, no coffee I suppose, the ceiling greets me as I lay in bed, the clock says midnight, and I dreamt instead.
Weather tempests mock and scowl, grabbing with windy fingers, push and howl, through it all our focus be, on Him above who gives to me, but sometimes we forget, how life can get us wet, turn away and look to nothing, or stand and pray for hope or something, just know that in your prayer, God is with you, yes, He’s there.
In tented worlds away from those who see hazards of life yet choose to live it, eyes drift alone and gaze skyward with thoughts surfing waves of fantasy, they are here but never here forever moving from there to there, fraught with distance a foot away from those who choose to live.
Your smile sang of sweet thoughts behind warm eyes, convey your truths, but do not speak, from mind to mind, I will hear what you think, whether a gesture or a look, my heart knows what is linked.
In fields vast with colors dreamy, you hold my hand as stars wink sweetly, mountains stand erect, looking on as to protect, the crispness of night air so lingers, moonlight brushing auras hazy, among the country grasses breezy.
Breaths of beauty come a knocking, morning stretches arms of sunbeams, caressing landscapes as they glide by, grassy dew drops mist across my nose as warm winds whistle on tippy toes, your beating heart rings tides of life, speaks to my soul all day and night in passionate whispered voice.
I walk with you on a warm summer’s day along a vast mountainside watching life’s jewels below in the breeze of the winds hands, birds rise gracefully and float away, they wave goodbye as wings clap against clouds.
And you say to me I love you as you hold my hand so near, and I say to you I love you as we hold each other dear.
The trees lie silent in morning’s mist that outlines the light sea green horizon. Echoes of yesterday, gently carried by dewy spring scents, wafting gracefully across the valley’s vast expanse lying quietly beneath the jagged white capped masters.
And you say to me I love you as you hold my hand so near, and I say to you I love you as we hold each other dear.
On winter’s ice with you I sail, sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding, the mirror beneath reflects our souls and tells our story of long ago. Around around we spin and swirl with winter’s white diamonds falling gently as we twirl.
And you say to me I love you as you hold my hand so near, and I say to you I love you as we hold each other dear.
Learning is never-ending. Even if you know quite a bit in the area you are interested or work in, there is still something to learn about it. If classes come available in your area, free or paid, take it. It doesn’t matter how much you know already. Take it. This past Saturday, March 4 (2023), a free class about self-publishing came available through the Willamette Writers at the library here in Oregon, USA. I’m a self-published author and have published my own books three times now. I did that without a class because Amazon provides a wealth of free tutorials and videos to assist an author through that process, so I learned a lot having done that.
This doesn’t any mean I know all there is to know about self-publishing. The online tutorials and videos are great, but participating in a live classroom experience on the subject provides a wider range of information on the subject. I had an opportunity to talk to other authors who are self-published to get an idea of what they do. I enjoyed it, and I still learned more than what I already knew. So, whatever area you are interested in, learn even more about it.
Recently I began writing my third book in my Time Series. The title is tentative, so I am not going to share it just yet. But what I wanted to write about was how exciting it can be to embark on a new project yet challenging at the same time. One might think an author would feel as though beginning to write a new novel is nothing new, that it’s commonplace. One might get used to it, and the newness of it wears off. That is all wrong. Each time I started to write a new book, I felt the exciting twist of wonderment as a new opportunity to create another story began to weave its web across the pages.
Granted, I have only published two books and one book of poems. But it doesn’t matter. Each one is different, so your brain isn’t getting tired of the same old thing every time. What I enjoy best is the new conflict and plot twists I will have fun creating and inserting into the story.
I have to admit though. Going into book 3 was slow going at first. I wrote the prologue and put it away. Then a couple days later I went back to write chapter 1. I wrote approximately 500 words of chapter 1, then put it away. A couple days later I wrote more. I have chapter 1 finished now, but I was still lacking something. I ended up making a list of things I needed for the story so I can move on with it, then I sat back for about a week or so and let those ideas work in my subconscious as I moved along with the rest of my life. I didn’t sit immobile and try to think of something. Doing that would have been way too boring, and it would have gotten me no where. But now I have it. As I went about my days, I would think about my story and what it needed, relaxed, let my imagination run rampant, thought about different ideas, etcetera.
Book 3 is now making its way across the pages of my manuscript with much more ease. If you find yourself stuck like this, don’t put too much pressure on yourself to come up with ideas. They will come to you. You just have to give yourself a break.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 